On Eagle's Beak Cliff, Xu Qing looked at the old crow who was only focused on discussing hall affairs and suddenly said with a smile:
"Old Master Guaya has been gone for many years, surely he misses his descendants... Bai Junzi, come quickly to meet your ancestor."
Perched on Guan Dazhuang's shoulder, the white crow that had not dared to interrupt its ancestor's report finally flew down to the ground.
Bai Junzi landed and transformed into the appearance of a scholar with a pale face. Looking at its ancestor, it swallowed its many words into a single sob.
"Ancestor..."
The old black crow looked at its descendant, who had now surpassed the tribulations of lightning and far exceeded him in cultivation. His heart was filled with contentment.
"Good, good! Good child, your ancestor did not dote on you in vain."